Sunday, July 29, 2012

Art Blog: Remembering LOVE

I just got it! I mean the revelation hit me today. If you have followed me here, you know this is a blog about the emotionality of being an artist and a human being on this earth. I have been involved in a six month hell hole whirlwind of indecision and frustration. Thank goodness I have survived. I am well aware that I have been treading water and came up for breaths many times. There is a part of me that had faith, but there was another part that wanted to curse the Gods. I felt I deserved more and better.

I have nothing to really complain about at all. I mean, it could be a whole lot worse. I have a home. I eat well. I have enough art supplies to last for years. Even my library could keep me busy reading new books until I die. Yet, I still felt jilted. Am I spoiled? Why do I have such anger right now? I guess it is because I was given such a blessing and it is now gone. Back in 1993, I was thrust into a work position that was totally unexpected or desired. The job of teaching underprivileged , emotionally disturbed children came across my path and before I knew it, I was supposed to do this job. Oh. OK. whatever. I learned fast that I used art to teach these kids about LOVE under the umbrella of art and expression.

I did that for almost two decades. At the beginning of this year, I had to leave. It just wasn't working. All my desire to work to create more love and compassion in the world was blockaded by our environment and societal systems. Our world, our society has placed barriers that prevent teachers and caregivers a chance to truly change the world. Our open arms have been handcuffed.

So I was out of a job and began wandering. Where will I go next? What will happen? Well, it seems I have a new landing place now. I will speak about the details at a later date. However, I see a common denominator. My new job has all kinds of job duties and requirements. However, the one thing I learned is that the main ingredient of the job is really being able to spread the love and give attention to those in need. Now, I get it. It is the same kind of job, it just has different people involved. I will be doing the same thing but in a different way. I am so excited about this because I have so much love to give. I am eager to hug those around me and let them know it will all work out. It will.I know, because I have lived it.

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About Me

There are plenty of blogs with ART NEWS. This blog is about the introspective and emotional side of being an artist.
I am an Artist / Painter. I am fighting to have my best ART LIFE! Born in Detroit, I still have "industrial grit" all over me! Earned my B.F.A. and M.F.A. from Wayne State University in the middle of Deee-troit. I am still learning to live and be the artist I was born to be. The Universe has been kind. I am so thankful for the abundance in my life. Yet, I am still learning life lessons daily. Currently, I live and work in an urban, "cabin in the woods" situated in the UNIVERSE. See my work at www.wizzlewolf.com

“Miracles start to happen when you give as much energy to your dreams as you do to your fears.”

Richard Wilkins

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“Well, while I’m here I’ll do the workand what’s the work?to ease the pain of living.Everything else, drunkendumbshow”

Allen Ginsberg

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ARTISTS: Never be jealous of other artists if they sell or get attention. What is good for them is good for all. It is like poking a hot coal in a bonfire. After the nudge, everything starts to burn. In other words, we all stay warm!!! :-)

wizzlewolf

(aka: Sheree Rensel)__________

"It's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters."

Epictetus

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"Beware of artists - they mix with all classes of society and are therefore most dangerous...".

Queen Victoria

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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."

Aristotle

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"I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite -- only a sense of existence." Henry David Thoreau